Janet McCoy - The lady_s naughty urge

Both Richie and Mrs. Carter were naked on the bed. The dark-haired woman was kneeling on all fours, her head turned round to watch Richie crouched behind her. The boy was stroking the full round cheeks of Mrs. Carter's ass. He had a stiff hard-on that swayed impressively between his thighs. Billy's mouth hung open as he watched his friend slip his hand in along the crack of Mrs. Carter's pussy. She moaned as she had before, but more loudly and more lustfully this time.

"Yes, spank my ass! Oh, Richie, I'm a bad girl! And I'm dying for your big hard cock up inside my pussy!"

Billy had to swallow hard to keep himself from gasping aloud. He would never have suspected it of his innocent friend. How had Richie ever managed to seduce a beautiful older woman like Mrs. Carter? His respect for his buddy soared. Billy felt a bit foolish when he remembered how he had let Richie watch him and Ellen making out. He wondered if Richie had been doing it with Mrs. Carter then. He doubted it. He remembered how much more impressed Richie had been then by his stories about blowjobs and marathon screws.

Lately, Richie had been much harder to impress. Billy guessed his new sophistication dated from the time when he started spending afternoons with Mrs. Carter. The way the woman and the boy behaved with one another, it was clear they were used to each other as lovers.

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed Billy grew to think Richie had been holding out on him. After the big break he had given Richie, letting him watch him with Ellen, the least Richie could have done was to give his best friend the same opportunity.

Billy grinned grimly when he realized he was about to steal that opportunity, even without Richie's permission. He rested his nose on the windowsill and watched Richie continue to fondle the woman's parted cunt-slit. She was mewling like a wild creature now, her excitement overwhelming her. She thrust her ass back to try to coax the boy to impale her pussy. Her round tits bobbled under her torso as she squirmed.

Billy watched her beautiful big tits and her round ass and he felt himself begin to sweat. He licked his lips hungrily, trying to imagine exactly what he would do next if it were he who had the greedy moaning woman writhing in front of him. He came to the conclusion that he would do exactly what Richie was doing now. He would kneel close in behind her buttocks and gaze her tempting slit with his hardened cock-head. Billy's cock was already getting rock-hard just from watching the younger boy doing the thing that he could only crouch outside the window and fantasize about. He would stab his cock-tip against her pussy-hole a couple of times, just to make sure she was good and excited.

"Richie, fuck me! Fuck me hard with your big cock." Even though it was the other boy's name she was uttering, Billy was so wrapped up in his fantasy that he continued to press on. He imagined his cock was rutting up into her hot cunt. He slammed hard and impaled her all the way.

As soon as young Richie had his cock stoutly embedded in her pussy, the brunette began to rock herself forward. Her motion egged the boy on, invited him to establish a screwing rhythm into her heated cunt. Richie was right on top of her every wish. He took hold of her grinding buttocks and held them steady. He shoved his cock deep into her cunt over and over again. He smiled the tense smile of passion as she moaned out her lusty appreciation.

By now, Billy had to accept the fact that it was indeed his friend's cock screwing the beautiful woman's pussy and not his own. But he kept his eyes riveted on Richie's action. He admired the way the younger teenager managed to vary his pace, the way he knew how to take control of the woman and hold her steady when her impassioned contortions made it hard for him to stick her true and deep.

Richie had obviously learned a lot in the course of his illicit affair with Mrs. Carter. It was Billy now who was envying Richie, the way Richie had once envied him his association with Ellen.

Ellen was great. She was sexy. She was good-looking. And now that she was used to a steady diet of him, she was ready willing and able whenever Billy wanted to do it. But when it came right down to it, Ellen was still only a kid. She was not a sensuous, experienced older woman such as Richie had managed to score for himself.

Billy's envy of his buddy was in close contest with his lust as he ran his hand abruptly over the bulge in his shorts. He could almost feel Richie's urgency as he pulled Mrs. Carter closer by her rounded ass-cheeks. He could almost feel the tremor in the younger boy's balls that made him screw her the way he did. Rough and deep and hungry was Richie's pace into Mrs. Carter's hot twat.

"Yes, baby. Fuck this wet pussy! Fuck it hard!" Though at first Mrs. Carter had looked around from time to time to smile at the boy who was using her so wantonly, now she did not bother. She stared unseeing straight ahead. From the partial profile that he could see, Billy realized Mrs. Carter was mesmerized by the action of his friend's cock rutting up into her receptive cunt. She moved her ass back like she was automated. She moaned almost constantly. Though from time to time she managed to utter something vaguely coherent, it was clear her mind was paying little attention to her words. It was her cunt that preoccupied her. It was the slick tireless way Richie was slamming his hardened cock into her moist pussy.

The sight of her juices gleaming on his friend's cock brought more than one throb to Billy's aroused cock. The boy was tempted to pull his cock from his shorts and start to stroke it. But that seemed like childish stuff compared to the better things Billy could think of to do with it.

The more he thought about it, the more disturbed he was that Richie had managed to land Mrs. Carter all for himself. And without telling his best friend a thing about it! He began to think of an appropriate punishment for Richie, a punishment that would give Billy his own well-deserved reward.

Billy was becoming immersed in the heady erotic atmosphere that oozed from the bedroom window like an early summer fog bank. He was no longer interested in logic or politeness. He was consumed by the aching frustration in his cock. He thought he knew what to do about it, but still he held back. His plans might backfire. He might end up in mortal combat with his friend. If he decided to take a chance, there would be a heavy risk of failure. But the promise of success stood before the impressionable boy like the pot of gold at the end of an orgasmic rainbow.

Thought was suspended for a moment as Billy watched Mrs. Carter launch herself on the last climb to ecstasy. With an abandoned grunt, she slammed her ass heedlessly back at her young lover's loins. She mewled in appreciation of the rock hard cock that filled her cunt to pleasurable capacity. Without pausing to luxuriate in the joy of one impalement, she began to work crazily to force the boy to a more and more hectic pace. Billy could see that his friend was straining. He understood why and despite his vexation with Richie, he admired him for holding out against incredible odds. Billy doubted if he himself could resist the tug of Mrs. Carter's heated cunt-walls. The way she was shaking that thing, he guessed her pussy must be hot as a volcano by now!

The toll was telling on Richie. The boy's teeth showed as his whole face contorted in sexual concentration. He slapped Mrs. Carter sharply on the buttocks one time, just to let her know who was in control. Billy liked that touch. His cock twinged at the thought of spanking that round sleek ass as it hustled in reckless abandon.

He realized Richie's gesture had been as much an indication of his own frustration as anything else. The boy knew he could not hang on much longer. He was telling that to Mrs. Carter. He was letting her know she better take her climax while the taking was good.